Wandering through these hallways, a silohette with unbrushed hair and dust in her eyes.

I am not healing. Inside i am coated with bloody gashes and blackened bruises.

It won't let me go. It never will. I'll never be able to exist without guilt.

I am so sorry, i don't know what to say, where to start where to end. The simple task of documenting the last few days seems monumental.

I'll try to write a proper entry soon, and to catch up on my notes here, maybe tommorrow, i just can't manage it at the moment.

xo